*For best results, do not hope for results.

As time went on, my convictions only grew stronger. Sometimes my daughter had thoughts, just like a kid who is a boy.

Student fundraisers lubricate donor purse strings with the perfect mix of guilt and shame, although our ungrateful alums are catching on by blocking our calls. That's why I'm resorting to this letter. Times are tough.

Tolkien mutters to himself as Mickey Mouse prances across the screen, doing American things he doesn’t understand or approve of. “Voice of the devil,” you hear.

I rang the bell and was ushered to his home office. There were skulls and bones of deceased writers lining the bookshelves, each marked with an identifying plaque. Barbara Kingsolver. Tony Hillerman. Nasdijj.

Sorry, but Pepe the Frog seems really two-dimensional to me. Consider cutting.